Personal blog of christian
writer & fallible mom
Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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- I Can’t Help Falling
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- The Next Best Thing To Robert Redford
- The Memory Keeper’s Daughter
- Where Have All The Years Gone
- Fun With Kiki Cullen
- Stuck On Mom
- Ten Years Later, Our Girls From Northern Ireland Remembered
- The Thrift of Grief
- Job Security
- The Party’s Over
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It Only Took Once
Thirty years ago tonight, I had to ask my little sister, who was celebrating her 19th birthday, if she’d excuse me from her party just that one time.
She said yes, because finally (finally!) the guy I’d been dreaming of for over two years (unbeknownst to him) had asked me out!
This was back in the day, around the time the guy who wrote “I Kissed Dating Good-bye” was conceived. We kissed dating good-bye, too, the group of Jesus Freaks that Doug and I hung with. Oh, sure, a guy and a chick might go out for dinner just for fun, but no one dated for years on end or even months—unless marriage was definitely in the works.
Doug and I? We went on one date, on July 8, 1976. We went to a country buffet-type restaurant, with yummy fried chicken, brisket, and the best cinnamon rolls anywhere. Knowing me and remembering the tiny dress I wore that night, I probably ate all of three bites. Besides, who could eat with those beautiful green eyes staring at me from across the picnic table?
The next week, I left for five weeks in Scotland with my fam. The week after I got back, Doug popped the question.
Now, trust me, I knew all along that he was the man for me. But I didn’t let on to him that I felt that way. I figured if God wanted us together, He’d get us together.
Still, that HAD to have been some date, huh?
When I say I wore a “tiny” dress, I don’t mean skimpy. I was NOT that kind of Jesus Freak! No, my dress was tiny, as in size two tiny. And snug in the kind of way that prevented voracious eating.
Posted by Katy on 07/08/06 at 04:15 PMAWWWWWWW. Well, okay, mushy much and it makes me happy. =)
Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 07/09/06 at 01:36 PMLynn—Mush thrills me no end! Glad you enjoy it, too….
Posted by Katy on 07/10/06 at 09:05 AM
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